That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one fool tells him he's wise.

The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.